"Hello there,
This is more one on one then I thought it would be.. OH! How about I tell you some things about me, a-and then we can see how you feel.. Well, I guess I'll just get into it."
In 1984 I was born a ignoble baby with thick blonde curls, the colour of ivory and cream. Curls draped on my head, "Just like a perfectly placed flower in a field." Said my Mum. My Dad always begged to differ when it came to my looks, or anything about me being "beautiful". But to continue, I was weighed at 5.16lbs and only 13 inches long. But this didn't concern my Mum, but it did concern our doctor Mr. Chishue Minu Raki. He was a highly praised doctor while I was around. He always took good care of his patients and did everything he could with good intentions. He made you feel like a part of his family and for the most part everyone liked the guy, turns out he's a distant relative. Im not sure from where but I know that he was 38 at the time of my birth, and graduated college a little early. My Mum never got through college though, she did go, just didn't get to finish because of me. I feel guilty now and then but I guess to her I was worth it. Which is why I spend every day trying to make her proud, because when someone gives up everything they had to give you all you have now, and knowing that you'll never get to meet them, it's something that I hope she doesn't regret, because it's something that I can't wake up without remembering..
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The Boy Who Can Walk On The Sky: The Hero's View
RandomA boy who has never met his mum, and who has never known his dad, struggles to find what means most in life. He ends up in a quarrel between his thoughts and his eyes. Because the world he sees is like nothing ever seen before, and the man he meets...
